When the lights came on, that was a blessing from God. Every day is a little better. It's like giant steps, if you saw this place last Tuesday.

I think on the seventh day, God was running around, going, “Oh, my God! What haven’t I…? Rwanda! I better create Rwanda! Sorry, haven’t quite done that… The Tower of Pisa! Oh, it’s leaning… Oh, shi… done! Toilets in French camping sites… there we go. English football hooligans… there we go, whatever that is… Mrs. Thatcher’s heart… there we go… oh, fuck that! I know, I’ll put a stone in, that’ll work! There we go…”The next week, I think, people are coming back, going, “Rwanda doesn’t work very well; infrastructure’s fucked.”

God rested on the seventh day. My builders played golf on the fifth day.

It's like therapy, you feel like you have to do something.

you know, god should have grabbed a scribers arm and made him write "but before that they were a bit crap so... fuck 'em"

We always joked and kidded around, every day and every moment,